The poetry corner - post your poems in here

Chris_B
Community Manager (Retired)
Community Manager (Retired)

Hi everyone,

This is a thread for sharing your creative works. 

Please bear in mind our community rules before submitting your work.  

This thread is located in the BB Social Zone, so the primary purpose here is entertainment.

We will not publish poems containing dark or disturbing content, including themes of suicide, self-harm, death, dying, abuse or other forms of trauma.

Thanks for your understanding. 

 

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Dear Ember_Glow,

 

I just wanted to say how much I love your poems. Each one creates a really beautiful, vivid picture. It was funny you mentioned the Spotted Pardalote as today I saw one and I very rarely do. The one I saw was very much alive and was darting about me.

 

The other day I did a walk in a forest when it was really cold with a lot of water from streams and the overflowing river everywhere. It helped me a lot because I've been through a lot recently. You have inspired me to try to write a poem about it. I don't think it's as good as your ones. It's a bit off rhythm-wise etc. But here goes anyway...

 

Cold Therapy

 

Frosty hail rattles the windscreen

As the ice shower passes through

I venture forth, hands in pockets

Boots sinking into muddy earth

 

Tiny fairy wrens flit across

The waterlogged path

Their small bodies

Defying the bracing cold

 

Recent fear is eclipsed

By the stunning air

Filling my lungs as I see my breath 

Made visible

 

The river surges

Over the weir bridge

Swirling whirlpools form

Around submerged trees

 

I cannot feel anything

But cold

So good for my system

In need of healing

 

I return to my car

Alive, restored

As another burst of hail

Pierces the air

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Eagle Ray,

Thank you so much. I've been looking for somewhere to share my poems and this seemed perfect so I'm glad someone liked them. I love Cold Therapy, both the name and the actual poem. It feels like I am right there at the river as you describe it with such great imagery. 

Ember_Glow
Community Member

Here's another one - made up of multiple Haikus strung together. 

 

The Seasons

 

Long green grasses grow,

Swishing, swaying in the breeze,

Stems of red flowers

 

Golden light shining,

Through the treetops way up high,

Dappled on the ground.

 

Buzzing flying bees,

Yellow paper daisies bloom,

Spring has just begun.

 

Bright sun, soft warm sand,

Crashing, tumbling, great big waves,

Seagulls flock the sky.

 

Golden orange leaves,

Twirl and dance through pale blue skies,

First signs of Autumn.

 

Frostbitten tree limbs,

Crash and crack, as they topple,

Fallen, frozen boughs.

Thank you Ember_Glow. I love your haiku poems! Haiku are my favourite kind of poem because of the way they capture so much in so few words, often at a sensory level too. They are a great way to ground in the present and be aware of your surroundings.

 

Here is one based on my sensory world right now in the early morning when it’s still dark, plus some others based on travelling through the WA Wheatbelt two years ago…


Early Morning Rain

 

Steady, gentle rain

Soaks through soils, filling potholes 

Feeding rivulets

 

Wheatbelt

 

Twisted Salmon Gums

Limbs glow pink in evening light

Dusky stillness falls

 

Abandoned shopfront

Warping, twisting timber frame 

Holding memories

 

Yellow canola

Brightly stunning patchwork blend

With wheat glowing green

 

Granite outcrops hold 

Whispers of the ancestors

Quiet, gentle breeze

 

Watchful reptiles scurry

Into rocky crevices

Earth colours blending

 

Early morning sun

Casts golden beams through dense fog

Trees in silhouette 

 

smallwolf
Community Champion
Community Champion

I drift on currents, no anchor in sight,
Float through then days that blur into night.
Optimism whispers, distant and low,
Each hopeful step feels painfully slow.
One step rides the waves, the other... to grow.

WORTHLESS LAND

 

There be no oil in Rwanda
as the zeros are added to the slain
six digits a concern
for the west and the African plain

 

Then as the world learns
that a seventh zero a wonder
ONE AND A HALF MILLION HUMANS SLAUGHTERED
But still no oil in Rwanda....

 

TonyWK 

Drifting

 

Drifting on flimsy threads of hope

As dreams appear wispy

Evaporative

 

Shards of memory piercing through

A cloud of blank, encompassing

Confusion

 

Remembering a distant knowing

Of solid ground

And easy breath

 

Once regained

And lost again amidst

Oversight

 

Finding new threads

New pathways

New hope